This is where the heart aches

Valentine's Day started with a box of chocolates, a mysterious one in fact. There wasn't any card or indication of who the sender was, but it's on my desk. My guess would be one of the freelancers in my agency, but really if you don't leave at least a hint or two, I couldn't really be bothered. The chocs were very yummy though...

Then I felt sick. No, it wasn't the chocolates. The culprit was that new air freshener installed in the morning. It was one of those automatic bowl of swirling perfumed water with a plastic lid that was shaped like a big green leaf. On full blast, it was stinky as hell. I hate perfumes. Can't stand them. A little bit is fine but a whopping whiff enough to my head spin. That air freshener scent did not smell ocean breeze, not matter what the label said.

I had to take a walk outside. For some real fresh air. There was a toy shop nearby that specialized in kooky "designery" collectors' items like Kubricks and Scary Girl, so what the heck, I decided to drop by. There was also another person browsing in the shop, just the two of us, me and him.

Then my headaches went away (Hey it's Valentine's Day!). You know how in movies, two people would accidentally bumped into each other and they got to talk to each other? Well, half the time I was hoping for the big "bump" (Didn't happened), and the other half, I was thinking, "C'mon, talk to me! Dude, talk to me!" (That didn't happen either).

Truth is I could've said something, to get the ball rolling. But I froze. I don't know how or why, but I froze. Standing there like a twit. So when I got back to the office, my accounts executive asked me how I was feeling. I said, "My heart aches but I will be banging my head to stop it from bleeding."